Two Words: Party Master Competitive stein hoister, karaoke connoisseur and professional cat wrangler. Never met a balloon she didn’t like or a party she couldn’t host, as long as it ends at a reasonable hour.

International traveler by day, amateur drone pilot by later in the day. The kind of guy you go to to get things done. Cooks a mean Thanksgiving turkey. Always down for a bad idea, but will always leave early to go home and feed the dog.

Former employee of Faceless Mega-Corp. Easily manages vendors and their content, but can’t choose a simple recipe to save his life. Loves coffee, morning runs and fake sports. Not the guy you call if you plan on eating today.

An illusive being from out of this world, queen of the night and collector of crafts. Nobody can be certain where she came from, or that she was even there, except for the art she’s left in her wake. Basically the local Cryptid.